Without coming off all douchey (prepare yourself for something douchey), I feel I’m pretty thankful of others and what they do for me. I try to do my best to bring attention to that in my relationships when I can but am certainly not perfect. That being said, I’m not sure I’ve really thanked the collective “you” for your role in keeping this little thing going. Writing has been therapeutic for sure, but know it’s more than that. There’s a tremendous amount of misplaced guilt in letting the 13 of you reading down. Sometimes that’s all it takes to keep writing, so thanks.
Self deprecation aside, I was amazed early on when I started this, how many people I’d run into on the street that would go out of their way to thank me or say they read the blog. It truly means a lot.
I feel my motivations are equal parts getting shit out of my head and hoping someone, somewhere, gets something from me throwing up my thoughts in raw form. It’s like mental sushi. Smooth, buttery and delicious when fresh, but with a chance of tasting like bait left in the sun. You get what you’re gonna get.
I thought for sure when I started writing, people would be chomping at the bit for fitness shit and healthy eating tips. What I’ve learned is that I have other avenues for that, you want my crazy, and lucky for you, there’s plenty.
Last night I was at an outdoor show, soaking in some nostalgic humidity and the soothing sounds of Son Volt with my friends of 25 years. It was a great night. While we were waiting for the band a woman named Rachel came up to me and said something to the affect of “I just wanted to thank you for being so transparent with your writing.” I was kind of stunned.
I’d be lying if I said I don’t keep an eye who’s interacting with my posts. I notice a lot of people tell me in person they read, yet never interact online, so I’m not terribly surprised with people I know saying they enjoy it. (on their terms). I haven’t had many Rachel’s walk up to me. So Rachel, if you see this. Thank you.
This week will be the glorious celebration of my birth and I do have a request from anyone reading this.
If you’re in Baton Rouge. Come grab a salad.
If you read this blog, share it on social media or to a friend. There’s plenty of crazy to go around.